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Nomad Souls at the Tipping Point
Posted on June 6, 2017 by Soren Dreier
Author: Soren Dreier
Traveling through these times of challenges, so many are so brave. Their souls can’t be trapped anymore into a life of fear. The strange side effect of that bravery is the breaking free of “trust me I am your safety” political systems that ride the West.
Amazingly, all their surveillance and bureaucratic interference in the smallest aspects of our lives doesn’t seem to help one bit, or, it is designed to not be remotely preventive. Every day it reaches new heights and with the random violence more or less strategically enhancing the hype for security, taking down our rights one stabbing knife at a time.
It brings both sadness and joy to see through that.
It brings sadness on behalf of the victims involved and to see that we ourselves once were blind to this design. It brings sadness to see populations being taken hostage in the “stay in your seat and don’t ask questions” fear agenda. Along the way it has become joyful, almost a sport to recognize the Control System and the very primitive way it works: Fear controlling the view of the Mundane and the Celestial through organized and partly also alternative boxed in religion.
To finally feel and touch that Celestial in its purest form as: The Unconditional Love From Above.
God, or what you prefer to label it as, is not a helicopter parent hovering over His children looking for any wrong move or wrongdoings. God doesn’t care about religion as little as He cares about infidels. In other words, He didn’t create this life of imprisonment as a sad excuse for avoiding to deal with freedom loving souls. If He did not want them – he would hardly have created them. A hard mundane life and then the afterlife of a saint. It’s a sick joke.
It is a very profound life experience to recognize that – the prison cells in Mainstream Spirituality are equally as rigid as those in Big Government and Religion.
Uncovering the layers in these installments raises a certain amount of anger before that same anger, social anger, spiritual anger, whatever anger transcends, not into forgiveness but into a conscious reality where we find ourselves on the awakening floor, all covered in green slime and unplugging the tubes, like some neighborhood Neo waking up into a new reality, a student, a teacher, a sage, a mystic.
Humbleness toward that Near Life Experience: It should be humbling, not self-promoting, nothing to brag about when the school bell rings and all are allowed to play until the next ring, still under the sharp observant eye of some degrading teacher who´s pissed that he took the play time shift and as a result of that, he is just extra mean.
It takes great strength to insist on the playfulness in whatever school of thought.
Somehow, The System just became too obvious and if it hadn’t been that obvious before, I think we have DJ Trump to help set us free of the final illusion that there actually was an alternative. There wasn’t. That was all they had to offer, still blood on the dance floor and it doesn’t look good. And the taste of it is a meal waiting on the kitchen counter already starting to decompose.
And yet ‘We the Weed’ keep on insisting on rising as unpopular plants making it upward to catch the rays of the sun dimmed by high altitude airplanes; insisting on growth, life and realization.
We call ourselves Warriors. We can call ourselves that when we have earned it.
Every one of us who has broken through whatever spell of illusion that the System pulled before our weary eyes, knows that it came with a price. One very cool prize is to feel closer to the concept of God, The Force, The Uni, The Field.
MORE HERE: http://sorendreier.com/nomad-souls-at-the-tipping-point/
Thanks to: http://sorendreier.com
Posted on June 6, 2017 by Soren Dreier
Author: Soren Dreier
Traveling through these times of challenges, so many are so brave. Their souls can’t be trapped anymore into a life of fear. The strange side effect of that bravery is the breaking free of “trust me I am your safety” political systems that ride the West.
Amazingly, all their surveillance and bureaucratic interference in the smallest aspects of our lives doesn’t seem to help one bit, or, it is designed to not be remotely preventive. Every day it reaches new heights and with the random violence more or less strategically enhancing the hype for security, taking down our rights one stabbing knife at a time.
It brings both sadness and joy to see through that.
It brings sadness on behalf of the victims involved and to see that we ourselves once were blind to this design. It brings sadness to see populations being taken hostage in the “stay in your seat and don’t ask questions” fear agenda. Along the way it has become joyful, almost a sport to recognize the Control System and the very primitive way it works: Fear controlling the view of the Mundane and the Celestial through organized and partly also alternative boxed in religion.
To finally feel and touch that Celestial in its purest form as: The Unconditional Love From Above.
God, or what you prefer to label it as, is not a helicopter parent hovering over His children looking for any wrong move or wrongdoings. God doesn’t care about religion as little as He cares about infidels. In other words, He didn’t create this life of imprisonment as a sad excuse for avoiding to deal with freedom loving souls. If He did not want them – he would hardly have created them. A hard mundane life and then the afterlife of a saint. It’s a sick joke.
It is a very profound life experience to recognize that – the prison cells in Mainstream Spirituality are equally as rigid as those in Big Government and Religion.
Uncovering the layers in these installments raises a certain amount of anger before that same anger, social anger, spiritual anger, whatever anger transcends, not into forgiveness but into a conscious reality where we find ourselves on the awakening floor, all covered in green slime and unplugging the tubes, like some neighborhood Neo waking up into a new reality, a student, a teacher, a sage, a mystic.
Humbleness toward that Near Life Experience: It should be humbling, not self-promoting, nothing to brag about when the school bell rings and all are allowed to play until the next ring, still under the sharp observant eye of some degrading teacher who´s pissed that he took the play time shift and as a result of that, he is just extra mean.
It takes great strength to insist on the playfulness in whatever school of thought.
Somehow, The System just became too obvious and if it hadn’t been that obvious before, I think we have DJ Trump to help set us free of the final illusion that there actually was an alternative. There wasn’t. That was all they had to offer, still blood on the dance floor and it doesn’t look good. And the taste of it is a meal waiting on the kitchen counter already starting to decompose.
And yet ‘We the Weed’ keep on insisting on rising as unpopular plants making it upward to catch the rays of the sun dimmed by high altitude airplanes; insisting on growth, life and realization.
We call ourselves Warriors. We can call ourselves that when we have earned it.
Every one of us who has broken through whatever spell of illusion that the System pulled before our weary eyes, knows that it came with a price. One very cool prize is to feel closer to the concept of God, The Force, The Uni, The Field.
MORE HERE: http://sorendreier.com/nomad-souls-at-the-tipping-point/
Thanks to: http://sorendreier.com
